Around this time of year, every year, I think about chopping all my hair off. I don't know if it's the remnants of "New Year, New Me!!!" or my split ends, but I almost always schedule a February hair appointment to take off 3 to 4 inches. Well, whaddya know: it's that time of year again, and I'm feelin' the itch. I'm sure I'll find some excuse to hold on to my long locks a little longer.
For one, I'll be a bridesmaid in my roommate's wedding in October. Yes, I realize that may appear to be far away. But if you really think about it, October is already less than 10 months away. It's practically Christmas. So there's that. In addition, I may decide that I want to try and nail the Elsa braid. I can't predict what I want for lunch tomorrow, let alone which trendy braids I'll want to experiment with a couple of months down the line.
Needless to say, it's hard for me to make any type of decision. About anything. Ever. Especially my hair. Despite the fact that my hair grows like a weed, I treat cutting my hair off like it'll never grow back. My hair dresser hates me for it. In fact, I desperately hope she never sees this post, as she'll get so twitterpated about it that she'll pressure me into taking the plunge (oh, hi, Marissa). Welp.
But seriously, how cute are all the chopped photos with ultra blonde tips? Should I just do it? SHOULD I? I need someone to make a decision for me, because I'm clearly incapable of thinking for myself. Insert some sort of pink shirt brunette girl emoji here.